These grey corduroy pants were Dad's favourite pair, worn and comfortable, really an extension of his genuine and relaxed nature. The red golf shirt has special meaning for me as it was the shirt I helped him to put on the afternoon we brought him to hospital. In my mind's eye, I see my lovely Dad being held gently by my husband as I slipped this shirt over his head....It was the last piece of clothing of his own he ever wore. The final piece is a raggedy old hoodie...It still smells like his pipe and you can see the burns on the sleeves from when the wind took the ashes from the pipe pot and scattered them about. My father loved to sit outside and smoke his pipe. It was in returning inside that he slipped and fell, starting in motion the events that led to his death...Dad lived a life without judgment, without prejudice, seeking to do right by another and ultimately touching the lives of many...These are the gifts that were Dad's and they live on for us who remember.

My mother loved colourful silk scarves and collected them. She thought of herself as an extremely practical person and mostly she was…This is a way for me to honour her pleasure in things that are not strictly necessary or practical. Life should be about more than survival.

My memories of my friend Phil date back to when I was probably six or seven, at my family's Christmas party…He was curious about everything and everyone…At Phil's Celebration of Life, a silent auction was held to help raise funds for a memorial bench...I bought his collection of caps. Phil designed and sewed them all himself, to wear when he visited the UBC Library, which was air conditioned. Phil's head was decidedly lacking any natural protection from the cold. The caps strike me as so whimsical, yet utterly practical for their purpose. That's Phil.

My grandfather always had a story to tell, a song to sing and an idea to share. He'd been a woodsman, a fisherman and a carpenter, but to hear him speak, you'd swear that he was a statesman…Whenever there was trouble at home, I was sent to visit him…We watched Haystack Calhoun wrestle the Valiant Brothers and drank tea with sugar and Carnation evaporated milk. During commercials, I would stare into the painted eyes of deckhands on the model schooners my grandpa built, or the alpine meadows in the landscapes he painted.

This two-piece blue-grey dress was bought by our mom for her 80th birthday party…The colour looked lovely on her and she was radiant that day…Our mom was a premature baby and they say she weighed around two pounds at birth. She was little (4 ft., 8 in.) but she was a strong and courageous woman in many ways. She wore a button at one time that said "Small but Mighty," and she was...She left us with a profound feeling of being loved. Her death has left a hole that only a mother can fill...We miss her, but her love for us is very much part of who we are as women today.

I remember that my grandfather loved teaching…The most important lesson we learned was the importance of family. I remember that he loved to read…enjoyed the outdoors…was a musician…was an inventor…All of these memories are pictured with him wearing one of many plaid shirts...There were plaid shirts for working in his shop, going to town, going in the boat and special plaid shirts only worn for fiddle contests...I remember being a little girl and watching the back of the plaid shirt as he worked in his shop...I miss him.

In 1994, I moved to Victoria, BC where I lived for 6½ years. My mother came to visit me twice. Both times we went to Seattle…This piece of clothing was purchased at the store of a local designer…This top always makes me think of the good times we had in Seattle. I still remember going to the restaurant called Flying Fish and my mother, who had a real sweet tooth, ordering her favourite dessert...She was in heaven...After she died, we returned to Flying Fish on Mother's Day...We toasted my mother and all the good times we shared together.

This dress belonged to my Gran…She gave it to me about twenty years ago. Although I never saw her wear it, this dress sums her up: vibrant, extroverted, outspoken, beautiful…This dress also represents the love (and loss) I feel for all my grandparents…They taught me so much. I have many good memories of them and they are always with me.

Nothing was more important to Adele than her family. Her other great passion was her love of dance…Her long teaching career touched and enriched the lives of countless people…Adele has, in fact, left a legacy of love for dance for her children, her siblings (many of whom danced with her), her many students, and all those who came to know her...She remains in our hearts despite the fact that we no longer have the pleasure of her warmth and smile...When Adele lived, she danced like an angel. Now she dances with the angels.

My dear sweet mother-in-law, Hazel…red, her favourite colour to wear…She was a beautiful woman inside and out…As a tribute at her funeral, most family and friends wore red. And you see, red will always make me think of her, because red means love. And love is the biggest gift she gave everyone who knew her.